Chapter 3. Where the magic happens
After Anna's shift ended, they Apparated back at their place, Anna had left her lime green robes back at St. Mungo's, she was now in her black tights with a simple long-sleeved dark green tunic that ended mid-thigh and had a modest neckline. She walked around the store trying to remember her vision of it complete, smiling when something already coincided with her memory. It still amazed and scared her that everything she saw always ended up happening no matter what.
"Nice place you got going here…Very...colourful." She smiled catching the section on muggle magic tricks.
"Glad you like it." George smiled.
"We spared no expense." Fred added.
They headed up the stairs to the fourth floor where their flat was, and the potions were kept.
"So, this is where the real magic happens? I kind of imagined more socks laying around." Anna teased looking around the place.
"We tidied up before you arrived." Fred bragged.
"My idea." George said, slightly annoyed.
She chuckled and walked toward the potion cauldrons quickly putting her hair up with her wand again.
"What's cooking guys?" Anna looked in the cauldron and her eyes went wide, if she weren't so pale, they could have seen the colour draining from her face. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yeah, we're trying to brew new kinds of Amortentia to sell at our place." Fred said nonchalantly.
"ARE YOU TWO INSANE!? You want to commercialize one of THE most powerful and may I add dangerous potions in the world, to horny teenagers?!" Anna looked genuinely terrified and slightly furious.
"To anyone who can pay really." Fred snickered.
"Oh yeah? What if a rich Slytherin scumbag buys a whole bunch and ends up knocking up your sister?" She said crossing her arms.
"That's why we're trying to alter it, to put in safeguards so to speak." George quickly interceded.
"Nothing above a good snogging." Fred added.
"How are they working out?" She asked sceptically.
"We don't know." Fred confessed.
"We haven't tried them out yet." George said, scratching his head.
"We wanted you to take over those potions actually." Fred explained.
"Perfect them, as you will." George offered.
"You can use us as your guinea pigs." Fred said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I mean we could use the potions on each other, but that wouldn't be an accurate representation of the safeguards." George quickly explained.
"And especially how long they could last." Fred added.
"Aww, you guys think I'm attractive, I'm flattered." Anna said, still looking around the room, spotting quite a few bottles of firewhiskey.
"You should be, we're basically letting you snog us free of charge." Fred said smugly.
"Ugh, seriously? That's my motivation?" Anna said with a slight look of disgust in her face.
"You can also boss us around and embarrass us while under the spell." George added.
"That, I can live with." She said smiling.
"Besides there's no better witch to reel us in in case we mess up and fly off the deep end." George knew stroking her ego was a good way to approach her.
"We also needed help developing more witch targeted stuff." Fred said quietly.
Anna's jaw dropped. "Terrible choice. What about my I-just-stepped-out-of-the-bath-this-way look, makes you think I know what witches like?" She suddenly dropped her arms, and her eyes glazed over.
"Anna?" Fred stepped up and waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"You got a vision?" George asked cautiously.
"Wonderwitch..." Anna whispered. Her gaze normal again.
"What?" Fred asked and was quickly silenced by her left hand.
"Shut up, shut up, I'm trying to remember…" She quickly pulled her wand and a quick quotes quill with a notepad apparated in the air in front of her, she closed her eyebrows together in concentration and dictated.
"Beguiling Bubbles, Cupid Crystals, Heartbreak Teardrops, Kissing Concoction, Twilight Moonbeams, Calamity Lotion, Crush Blush, Love is Blind Eye Serum, Flirting Fancies, Ten-Second Pimple Vanisher Everlasting Eyelashes, Patented Daydream Charms and Pigmy puffs." She finished and exhaled loudly, dropping her hand from Fred's mouth.
"What in the ever-loving fuck is a Pigmy Puff?" Asked a bewildered Fred.
"I believe they're pink and purple miniature Puffskeins." Anna said thoughtfully ripping the page from the notepad, keeping it in her left hand. She dissapparated the quill, the rest of the pad, and once again put her wand up in her hair rolling it up in a messy bun.
"Huh…" George said, seemingly already thinking of the implications.
Anna read the list again and smiled. "Pull out the firewhiskey boys you're looking at your new business partner."